At the moment, the land of Aetheris trembled. Endless had not become a god, but his presence as a newly forged demigod echoed across Aetheris like a storm without end. Mountains cracked, oceans recoiled, and the mana veins themselves bled light as if protesting his very existence.

Far above mortal sight, beyond stars and ether, where only primordial truths resided, a vast chamber unfolded. It was no place of stone or structure—it was a convergence of laws themselves, a hall where reality bent to the wills that shaped it.

Here, the Twelve Concepts of Aetheris gathered.

Judgement, a figure of blazing light wrapped in impartial flame, struck his staff against the floor. "The line has been crossed. Endless has become what should not be—half a god, scarred by tribulation but still rising. He is an infection against order."

Order herself stirred. She appeared not as a warrior, but a calm, white-robed presence with eyes of unshaken resolve. Yet her tone was heavy, mournful. "He has taken the last echo of my fallen brother—the Eternal of Order—and also his very own essence as the Eternal of Balance, and corrupted it into fuel. Still, what has been done cannot be undone."

Knowledge, robed in shifting runes and carrying tomes that wrote themselves with every word spoken, tilted his head. "It is precisely because of that act that his fate is sealed. The pattern of the Loom of Aetheris shows a single truth: he will fall. Kaelen Dragonyx must be the one to slay him."

War, armored in red plates forged of burning constellations, slammed his gauntleted fist against his chest. His voice was thunder. "Then let it be so! Let Kaelen clash with the wretch. If fate demands a battle, let it shake the foundations of existence!"

Peace, draped in pale silk and crowned with a gentle halo, countered softly: "You think only of conflict, brother. Yet, in Kaelen, I see not just a weapon, but a soul. If he is forced to carry the burden of killing a demigod, his spirit will shatter—or worse, rise beyond what even we can contain."

A hush spread.

Balance, neither male nor female, shifting endlessly between both, raised their hand. "Peace speaks true. Kaelen holds something dangerous. We weave a thread by placing him against Endless. But should he survive… what then? His path will mirror that of Endless. He too will step toward Godhood."

Death, cloaked in obsidian shadow with a skeletal face that flickered between youth and decay, gave a rasping chuckle. "And so? That is the very reason we are here. Endless was born of our oversight. Shall we allow a second flaw?"

Time, a being of fractured glass and flowing sands, spoke in echoes that stretched both forward and back. "The outcome lies ahead already. I see countless futures, and in all, Kaelen kills Endless. But in half… he rises higher, beyond what we decree. That cannot be permitted."

Dreams, a figure woven of mist and starlight, sighed wistfully. "I would see what he could become. Kaelen carries fragments of possibility that outshine destiny itself. Yet possibility is both a blessing and a curse."

Dominion, draped in regal chains of authority that bound even the void, raised his voice with unchallengeable weight. "Then it is decided. Kaelen Dragonyx shall fight Endless. But when his purpose is fulfilled, he must be erased. Not by chance, not by fate—by our decree."

Origin, a towering figure who bore the first spark of creation in his palms, finally spoke, and silence gripped the council. His voice was not loud, but it resonated with the bones of existence. "So we bind ourselves to a paradox. We unleash Kaelen to preserve balance, then strike him down for the same reason. Yet know this: by doing so, we deny the very flow of creation. To kill possibility is to choke destiny."

Judgement's fire flared, decisive. "And yet, Origin, you see as we all do. He is too dangerous to be left alive. Kaelen Dragonyx must end Endless… and then, Kaelen himself shall fall."

One by one, the twelve raised their seals. Each Concept gave assent, though some reluctantly. Peace's halo dimmed as she whispered, "May he forgive us." Dreams let a single star drift from his cloak, flickering uncertainly before it vanished.

Thus, it was decreed.

The council faded, their voices echoing across Aetheris. Their decision, unseen and unknown, was written into the bones of fate:

Kaelen would kill Endless.

But Kaelen's victory would be his doom.

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But while the Twelve Concepts were planning on what to do to Kaelen once he accomplish his purpose....

Far below their realm....

The winds howled like a dirge across a desolate valley. Once, this place had been alive with radiant marble citadels and soaring crystal spires, the homeland of the Half-Celestial, Half-Human hybrids—a race forged in defiance of fate itself. But now, only dust and shattered ruins remained. The heavens above were scarred with faint, silver cracks of light—echoes of battles long forgotten by the world, yet carved eternally into the memory of this forsaken land.

Beneath the silence, amidst the skeletal remains of once-proud halls, a lone figure walked. His steps echoed with weight not of flesh but of wrath that had simmered for millennia.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, his silver hair tangled with ash, and his eyes gleamed with the faint, golden hue of Celestial divinity—but corrupted, dimmed by anguish. His aura flickered violently, a blend of human resilience and Celestial divinity that had once marked him as the greatest of his kind.

He is currently the last of the Hybrids, the leader of his race when the extermination came.

His fists clenched, blood dripping from his palms where nails pierced flesh.

"They watched…" he muttered, his voice breaking the silence of centuries. "The Celestials, the lofty guardians of perfection. The Concepts, those cowards bound by rules of fate. They stood by—silent—as my people… my children… my family were torn apart!"

The ground cracked under his shout, tremors shuddering through the ruined plain.

His memories surged—his people, slaughtered not by their enemies, but by betrayal. The Celestials had deemed the Hybrids "unnecessary," while the Concepts had ruled their annihilation to be "bound by fate." And so the race that was meant to bridge the heavens and the earth was snuffed out, erased from history.

Altheron which is his name fell to his knees, the weight of it crushing him. But in his chest burned a hate that no time could extinguish.

Slowly, his gaze turned toward the black monolith that towered at the heart of the ruined city. An ancient seal, chained in layers of celestial script and mortal wards. Its surface pulsed faintly, as if something beyond eternity strained against its bindings.

The Seal of Dominion.

It was said to hold the Eternal of Dominion, one of the oldest, most absolute beings. The Hybrids had been its custodians ever since he was sealed, bound by blood oath to keep it locked, so the world would never know the tyranny of such a being.

But Altheron no longer cared for oaths.

"They abandoned us… so I abandon them," he whispered, eyes blazing with tears of fury. "Let the very foundation of their order shatter. If fate cast us aside, then let fate itself burn!"

He staggered to his feet and placed his hands upon the seal. Instantly, the air screamed. Celestial glyphs ignited, lashing at his skin like brands. The monolith trembled, threads of eternity unraveling as he poured his Hybrid essence into it.

"Break…" he snarled, veins bulging, blood pouring from his mouth. His body convulsed under the weight of the seal's resistance, but his hatred drove him further. "Shatter, damn you! Let the Eternal rise!"

Chains of light exploded outward, ripping through the ruins, shaking the valley. Across Aetheris, hidden watchers—the Celestials at the area—felt the seal weaken. Whispers of alarm rippled across the area, but none could intervene in time.

The monolith cracked. A darkness older than stars seeped through, flooding the land in oppressive silence.

Then—

The seal shattered.

A colossal wave of dominion, absolute and suffocating, swept over everything. It was not rage, not fury—it was inevitability. The Eternal of Dominion was awake.

Altheron staggered back, laughing brokenly through his blood. "Yes… awaken…! Let them regret! Let them suffer! For my people, for every soul they abandoned!"

But then he saw it.

The figure.

A towering presence stepped forth from the collapsing seal, wreathed in power that could not be measured. No form, no face, only the unbearable sense of authority—the embodiment of absolute control. The Eternal of Dominion.

Altheron dropped to one knee—not in reverence, but from sheer force pressing down on his existence. Yet he lifted his head defiantly, eyes burning.

"I freed you! Now, tear them down—the Celestials, the Concepts! Tear their heavens apart!"

"Is that a command?"

The Eternal asked softly. But the moment he did, a wave of suffocating inevitably occured.

Altheron felt his body lock, his very essence unraveling. His Hybrid divinity, his rage, his soul—all bent beneath a single truth.

Dominion does not serve. Dominion rules.

"No… no, wait!" Altheron screamed, his body fracturing like glass under the pressure. "I—!"

Before the plea could leave his throat, he was gone.

Erased.

Not slain, not destroyed—simply removed from existence, as if he had never been. His hate, his memory, his very name—all reduced to nothingness in a heartbeat.

The Eternal of Dominion stepped fully into the world, free once more as he spoke more dominantly.

"My existence no more follow commands"